Chapter 1240: Chapter 1237: Presenting Peaches

Upon thinking, Lu Xuan immediately flew to the Eighth Grade Bodhi that granted enlightenment.

Two jade green small pots hovered above the Bodhi, strands of plant spirit aura flowing into it like trickling streams.

Half a day later, the remnant small pot was brimful, and the remaining plant spirit aura in the Seventh Grade small pot was exhausted.

Lu Xuan scrutinized closely and noted that the semi-transparent progress bar below the Bodhi had moved forward only a small segment.

“The consumption of plant spirit aura by Eighth Grade spirit plants is indeed on a different level compared to that of Seventh Grade ones,” he silently remarked. Noticing that the spirit wood hadn’t yet absorbed all the plant spirit aura, he flew towards the locations of other high-rank spirit plants to carefully cultivate each one.

In the following two months, he condensed Sword Grass spirit seeds while practicing the incomplete high-rank Divine Skill “Cosmic Sleeve.” Occasionally, he visited the Bodhi to merge a drop of Wood Elf juice.

Eleven Thunder Clap Sword Grass plants produced a total of thirty-six spirit seeds, and an additional thirteen Thunder Abyss Sword Grass plants yielded a total of forty-five spirit seeds.

Lu Xuan sorted out these spirit seeds and directly approached the carefree Nurturing Xuan Sword Sheath.

“Let’s get started!”

He gently tugged at the Nurturing Xuan Sword Sheath, which, reluctant to part from a sword bristle atop the Sword Mystic Porcupine, automatically hung on Lu Xuan’s waist.

“I’ll give you a long holiday after I get through this busy period.”

“And during the nurturing process of the spirit seeds, I’ll let you enjoy yourself now and then.”

Lu Xuan felt the despondent mood of the lecherous scabbard and sent it a thought.

The scabbard trembled gently, perked up, and swung cheerfully at Lu Xuan’s waist.

Inside the personal spatial.

A golden bell floated quietly above the spirit field, occasionally emitting ancient bell sounds that traveled across, bringing distant chants and fluttering Buddhist lights.

At the very center of the spirit field stood the Lamp Igniting Ancient Grass, bathed in faint Buddhist light, as if it could drive away evil spirits.

“The Eighth Grade Fantian Brightness Bell and the Seventh Grade Lamp Igniting Ancient Grass can indeed influence their surroundings, already starting to form the embryonic stage of a Buddhist treasure land,” he thought.

“However, to cultivate a Seventh Grade Buddhist spirit seed, there is still a long way to go.”

“Nonetheless, it’s sufficient for improving the Thunder Clap Sword Grass.”

Lu Xuan stuffed the Thunder Clap Sword Grass spirit seeds into the cracks of the scabbard.

“Who knows how many flying swords you’ve ruined over the years? This time, stay here and let the Buddhist light cleanse the filth deep within you.”

He left the scabbard in place and turned to enter the Thunder Behemoth’s territory.

Near the Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Tablet, he cleared an area and placed the forty-plus Thunder Abyss Sword Grass spirit seeds there to be nourished by numerous strands of Thunder Qi.

The scabbard, unable to be in two places at once, could only alternate between the two locations to nurture the Sword Grass spirit seeds, also providing a change of taste.

Though these were only minor changes, they could at least offer some freshness.

After setting up both types of Sword Grass spirit seeds, Lu Xuan returned to his cave abode.

Today, Yuan Rong and others from Huanzhen Sword Peak decided to visit Jin Zaigan, who had nearly recovered.

Everyone arrived at Jin Zaigan’s cave abode.

“Li Mo greets all the respected uncles, my master is waiting inside for you,” said a tall and skinny youth as he opened the cave’s protective formation, smilingly ushering in Lu Xuan and the others.

Lu Xuan learned from Yuan Rong that this youth was Jin Zaigan’s disciple, having served by his side for many years, with a cultivation level at the Golden Core Late Stage.

As soon as he set foot into the cave abode, a chill and gloomy aura hit him.

Lu Xuan scanned casually, noticing that the cave was set up with several formations that condensed Yin Qi.

He sighed lightly in his heart, filled with melancholy.

Entering the hall, a piece of dark spirit wood emitting strong yin qi was placed at the central position.

“Master, all the uncles have arrived,” said the skinny youth as he approached the spirit wood and bowed respectfully.

The Yin Qi of the spirit wood surged tumultuously, and a faint, dark, blurry figure appeared in front of Lu Xuan and the others.

The figure was indistinct and rooted deep within the spirit wood, faintly outlining the features of Jin Zaigan.

Within Lu Xuan’s perception, this Spiritual Body was currently only equivalent to someone in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Compared to Jin Zaigan’s former Mid Nascent Soul Stage, the decline was just too great.

“Have seen Senior Brother Jin.”

Lu Xuan and the others bowed respectfully to the indistinct figure all at once.

“My fellow junior brothers and sisters, you have seen a sorry sight.”

Jin Zaigan spoke with a hoarse voice, his tone full of indescribable dejection.

“Looking like a ghost now, I dare not let you call me senior brother.”

Yuan Rong stepped forward and said softly:

“Senior Brother Jin, once a senior brother of ours, you will always be our senior brother.”

“That’s right, senior brother shouldn’t belittle himself, as long as one survives, there is hope to continue pursuing the great Dao.”

“Senior brother, if there is anything you need from us juniors, just say the word, and we will do our utmost to help.”

Everyone was a fellow Nascent Soul cultivator from Huanzhen Sword Peak, they naturally shared honor and disgrace, and would not look down on Jin Zaigan just because his realm had fallen.

“Thank you, my junior brothers and sisters, for your comforting words.”

“It’s quite fortunate for Jin to have escaped from Kunyuan Immortal Palace with my Nascent Soul.”

“It’s just that after becoming this neither human nor ghostly figure, it’s somewhat hard to accept.”

Jin Zaigan forced a smile, speaking indifferently.

“With Senior Brother’s talent and understanding, even if you switch to the Ghost Path, you can still make a breakthrough.”

Lu Xuan said with a smile.

Seeing a former comrade in arms fall to such a state, they naturally had to offer their condolences appropriately.

Each of them took turns stepping forward, offering various treasures suitable for a Ghost Cultivator.

Magic Artifacts, Elixirs, Cultivation Techniques, and so on.

“Senior Brother Jin, here I have a Talisman Yin Spirit Peach that I cultivated myself, which contains very rich and pure Yin Qi. It should have a great nourishing effect for Ghost Cultivators. I offer it for senior brother to taste.”

Lu Xuan stepped forward, presenting a dark Spirit Peach with wisps of Yin Qi swirling around it.

“Is this… a Sixth Grade Spirit Fruit?”

Jin Zaigan’s indistinct figure shook, clearly very much unsettled.

“That’s right.”

Lu Xuan smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Junior Brother Lu; this gift is really too precious.”

Jin Zaigan exclaimed with emotion.

A Sixth Grade Talisman Yin Peach, and extremely suitable for a Ghost Cultivator, was of exceptional value to him at his current early stage of Foundation Establishment.

If he were to take it, his strength could increase quite a bit in a short time.

“Senior brother, there’s no need for us to be so formal between ourselves.”

“Junior brother only hopes that senior brother can recover your cultivation as soon as possible and break through to Ghost Immortal.”

Lu Xuan spoke earnestly.

A few of them stayed in the hall, chatting with Jin Zaigan. To avoid harming his pride, they were very careful with their words.

Jin Zaigan’s Spiritual Body resided within that segment of black Spirit Wood, unable to stay outside for too long. After a while, he apologized to Lu Xuan and others and returned to the Spirit Wood.

“Nephew Li, I entrust Senior Brother Jin’s well-being to you.”

Before leaving, Yuan Rong specifically entrusted the tall and thin young man.

“It is my duty.”

Li Mo agreed with a respectful demeanor, sending Lu Xuan and the others to the entrance of the Cave Abode.

“Take care, my senior uncles.”

He watched Lu Xuan and his group leave, then turned and re-entered the Cave Abode.